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“I shall stop loving you little by little.”

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I think Mr Eaves is a mix of just enough tradition with an updated twist. It’s fa-miliar enough to be friendly, yet differ-ent enough to be interesting. Due to its relatively wide p r o p o r t i o n s , as compared with the original Baskerville, it’s useful for giving presence to small amounts of text such as poetry, or for elegant headlines and for use in print ads. “It makes the reader slow down a bit and contemplate the message.”

I CRAVE YOUR MOUTH,YOUR VOICE, YOUR HAIR.

Don’t go far off, not even for a day. Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because I don’t knowhow to say it - a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don’t LEAVE me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you’ll have gone so far I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Don’t go far off, not even for a day. Don’t go far off, not even for a day, because I don’t knowhow to say it - a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep. Don’t leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart. Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach, may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don’t LEAVE me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you’ll have gone so far I’ll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Dear Sarah Eaves,

Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You’ve moon-lines, apple pathways Naked you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.

Naked you are blue as a night in Cuba; You’ve vines and stars in your hair. Naked you are spacious and yellow As summer in a golden church.

Naked you are tiny as one of your nails; Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born And you withdraw to the underground world.

As if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores; Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves, And becomes a naked hand again.

Love, John Baskerville

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Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going,that cuts noon light. Like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden,that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose,without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going,that cuts noon light. Like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden,that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose,without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspir-ingly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going,that cuts noon light. Like a blue flower, with-out your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden,that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose,without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.

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Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going,that cuts noon light. Like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden,that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose,without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspir-ingly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,without your going,that cuts noon light. Like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden,that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose,without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of the rose-tree, wheat of the breeze: and it follows that I am, because you are: it follows from ‘you are’, that I am, and we: and, because of love, you will, I will, We will, come to be.

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OIf You Forget Me by Pablo NerudaI want you to knowone thing.

You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as if everything that exists,aromas, light, metals,were little boatsthat sailtoward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,if little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenlyyou forget medo not look for me,for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,the wind of bannersthat passes through my life,and you decideto leave me at the shoreof the heart where I have roots,rememberthat on that day,at that hour,I shall lift my armsand my roots will set offto seek another land.

Butif each day,each hour,you feel that you are destined for mewith implacable sweetness,

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